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POEMS. 



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Alfred Gibbs Campbell 








NFAVARK, N. J.: 

AII\'KK riSKK I'KIN'I'INC; iiorsi'.. 

IS83. 



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corvrighted according to law by 
Alfred Gibbs Campbell, 

IN THK year 1883. 



Preface 



Y printer says that every book ought to 
IV J. have a })reface, and he has called upon me 
for one for this. I will therefore simply say that, 
acting upon the suggestion of personal friends and 
in accordance with my own inclination, I have 
here gathered in a volume, (rather promiscuously 
it must be confessed,) various pieces in verse which 
I have written during the past thirty years or so. 
For want of a more distinctive name, I call them 
" Poems," which possibly, in a minor sense, they 
may be. I claim for them no literary excellence. 
If in them there is anything worthy of living, it 
will live. 

The Anti-slavery pieces will show the author's 
position in that great " moral warfare," which 
resulted in the overthrow of the giant crime 



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against human nature and its Divine Author. 
They were published, at the time they were 
written, in the papers devoted to that subject : 
and but fe\v of the pieces in the book are now 
printed for the first time. 

Should their appearance in this form afford 
pleasure to my friends, I shall be gratified. 

A. GIBBS CAMPBELL. 

Newark, N. J. 
April yt/i, 1883. 



Contents 



On the Deep, . . - - - i 

Caleb's Vision, . . . - 5 

The Divine Mission, - - - - 12 

Ode to Death, - - - - 16 

A Paraphrase, - - - - - 18 

To a Young Mother, . - - 20 

Invocation, - - - - -22, 

Musings, ... - - 24 

Questionings, - - - - - 25 

My Mother's Grave, . - - 27 

Life's Pilgrimage, - - - - 29 

I would be Free, - - - - 32 

Xerxes, ------ 34 

Cry "Infidel," - - - • 35 

A Land Above Us, - - - - 37 

Death's Death, . . - - 39 
Drifting, ------ 40 



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To My Absent Wife, - - - ^t 

Advent, - - ... 43 

National vSong, - - 45 

Redeemed, - - - . - 47 

Go Ahead, - - . . _ 49 

Abraham Lincoln, - - - -51 

Album Dedication, - - . - 54 

Album Pieces, - - - - 55. 5 7, 59 

Of Death and Life, - - . . 60 

Invitation to the Clergy, - . -63 

Warning, - . - . . 65 

The Doom of Slavery, - - - - 67 

A Virginian's Appeal, - , _ 70 

Slaves' Prayer, - . - . - 72 

In Tyrannos, - - - - 75 

Liberty, ---.,. 78 
July 4th, 1855, - . - . 80 

July 4th, 1857, - .... 83 

Old John Brown, > - - - . 85 

A Battle-Cry, . . . , . 87 

Waiting for Day, - . . . 89 

Victory, - - . . . - 93 

In Memoriam — x\bbie Hutchinson, - 94 

In Memoriam— Rev. F. E. Butler, - -' 96 

Consolatory, - . . . . 98 

Ships at Sea, - - - - - 100 

Prayer for Temperance Meeting, - - 10 1 



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Cuk\ Shall be All in All, - - - 103 

Jesus, Give Me of Thy Spirit, - - 105 

iMorning Hymn, - - - - - 107 

Blessed Jesus, Who for Me, - - 109 

God is Love, - - - - - 1 1 1 

Inscription on a Child's Tombstone, - 112 

I Will Trust the Crucified, - - - 113 

If Thou, Dear Lord, Art Mine, - - 115 

Oft as I Hear the Story, . - - 117 

New Year's Musings, - - - 119 



ox THE DEEP. 

HARD at their oars the fishers toiled, 
But adverse winds their labors foiled 
Torn into shreds, their useless sail 
Streamed out upon the angry gale ; 
No nearer drew theii- destined port ; 

Their bark, tiie tem})est's mock and sj)ort, 

High on the waves was wildly tossed, 

Till everv human lio])e seemed lost. 

V^et strained tiieir vision through the night 

To catch some gleam of coming light.; 

When, lo ! to their astonished eyes 

What vision of affright doth rise ? 

A form of self-poised majesty 

Walking u])on the stormy sea. 

In vain the billows round him rise, 

The wind in \ain its fury tries; 



He heeds them not, but through the dark 

Walks calmly toward the laboring bark. 

" No mortal thus the waves can tread ! 

" It is a spirit from the dead ! 

" Some dreadful harbinger of doom 

" Burst from the darkness of the tomb. " 

As thus they spake with bated breath. 

Dire fancies of impending death 

Stole o'er their souls in wild array, 

And overwhelmed them with dismay. 

Their very heart's blood felt a chill 

Which brake the link twixt act and will ; 

They stood as stone-carved statues still. 

Nor had they power to ask his name 

As nearer now the stranger came ; 

But accents which they knew full well, 

Dissolved at once the fearful spell ; 

A voice in softest music said, 

" Lo ! it is 1 ! be not afraid ! " 

Then all their terror fled apace ; 

Joy tinted each fear-whitened face ; 

Their hearts, which erst had ceased to beat. 

Pulsated with a rapture sweet ; 

The Master's voice a holy calm 

Shed on their souls, like healing balm. 



The raging winds, the surging sea, 

Acknowledged His supremacy ; 

(He could command what He had made,) 

And the mad turbulence was stayed. 

No more the sailors toil in vain ; 

His will, who quelled the furicjus gale. 
Supplies the place of oars and sail, 

And straight their destined port they gain. 

So when, upon Life's changeful sea, 
Winds howl and waves rise furiously, 
If my lone bark shall, tempest driven, 
Strive vainly toward the port of Heaven ; 
Should clouds and darkness intervene 
My soul and God's pure light between. 
And neither sun nor star be seen ; 
Should hcjpe and joy afar be fled, 
And my sad soul, disquieted. 
Grope darkly for some ray of light 
To guide it through the stormy night ; 
Then, Jesus, Master, let my eyes • 
Behold Thy glorious form arise, 
With such a mien, in such a guise. 
That I my Lord may recognize ! 
Let Thy dear voice upon my ear 
Fall with its words of holy cheer I 



Be Thou my fellow -voyager ! 
Then shall the wild winds sink to sleep 
And placid grow the raging deep ; 
Darkness and storm shall quickly fly, 
And leave unclouded all ni}' sky ; 
My soul, no longer tempest-driven, 
Shall find in Thee its jov, its Heaven ! 




CALEB'S VISION. 

CALEB went, as was his custom, 
On a quiet Sunday morn, 
To the house of prayer and worship. 
Thither bv devotion borne. 

With his heart to Heaven uphfted, 
All his soul engaged in prayer, 

Caleb in his inmost being 

Felt (rod's gracious presence there. 

Rose the organ's diapason. 

Deep, majestical and wild. 
And the singers sang a chorus 

To the praise of Mary's child. 

Soon the song to silence melted. 
Died the organ-tones away. 

And the pastor in the \nx\\nt 

Said in low voice, " Let us pray I " 



In most earnest supplication 

Then the good man's voice uprose, 
For a world in darkness lying, 

For its wickedness and woes, 

All by one man's sin engendered, 

All by Adam's fatal fall, 
Which, the pastor said, hath all men 

Wrapped within its fearful pall. 

When the pastor ceased his praying, 

In the pulpit stood up one 
Whose high brow with care was furrowed, 

Darkened bv an Orient sun. 

And he told, in strains pathetic, 

Of a distant eastern clime. 
Where, by superstition fettered. 

Sunk in ignorance and crime. 

All the peoi)le w()rshii)ed idols, 

Gods which their own hands had made, 
Vainly thinking, in their blindness, 

Earth-born "ods coidd erive them aid. 



And as Caleb heard the story 

All his heart within him burned, 

And his soul with deep compassion 

For that wretched people yearned. 

Now before his spirit's vision 

These sad scenes began to glide : 

Mothers their own children casting 
Headlong 'neath the rolling tide 

Of the Ganges, monster haunted, 

Counting love maternal naught ; 

Nature's holiest instincts vanquished 
By the faith which they are taught. 

Multitudes, self-immolating. 

Deeming their salvation bought 

B}' a death beneath the pond'rous 
Wheels of gory Juggernaut. 

On the funeral-pyre, the widow, 
Lying down beside the dead, 

While the red flames, hot and savage. 
Leap in fury overhead. 



Age defenceless, left to perish 

On the altar-river's bank, 
Mid dark vapors thence uprising. 

With foul, poisonous odors rank ; 

No kind friend to sit beside them, 
Or to close the glazing eye ; 

Naught save the cold stars above them. 
Keeping watch, as thus they die. 

Stifled cry of drowning mfant, 

Bleeding victim's dying groan, 

Piercing shriek of burning widow, 
Age's low ex])iring moan, 

With a strange and untold horror 

All his spirit overcast. 
As the dreadful panorama 

Rolled in sad distinctness past. 

" Neither gold nor silver have I, 
But myself to them I give; 

I will bear to them the Gospel, 

That they, hearing it, may live." 



Such was Caleb's earnest answer 
To the preacher's solemn call 

On the worshipers of Him who 

Said, " My gospel preach to all." 

Homeward Caleb went, still burning 
With a new and holy fire ; 

The salvation of the heathen 

His most ardent, sole desire. 

Having first himself committed 

To the Great All-Father's care. 

And his consecration offered, 
All his purposes laid bare, 

On his peaceful couch lay Caleb, 
In a quiet slumber bound. 

When had Night her jeweled curtain 
Drawn the weary earth around ; 

And a vision was vouchsafed him ; 

Stood an angel by his bed, 
Clothed in robes of spotless beauty, 

Radiance streaminir from his head 



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And he spake in accents softer 

Than the south wind's gentlest sigh, 

" Fear not, Caleb, I am sent thee 

From the Lord who rules on High, 

" Sent to say thy consecration 

And thy vows have all been heard; 

He doth graciously accept them. 
In His book they're registered. 

"Go, on God's own strength relying. 
Raise Immanuel's standard high, 

Teach the poor, benighted millions 
How to live and how to die. 



" Tell them of God's great compassion ; 

Of His tender heart which yearns 
Like a mother's o'er her children ; 

Of His love which brightly burns 

" With a steady flame, undying, 

With an energy divine. 
Seeking all the lost and ruined, 

Who in sin and misery pine. 



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" Tell them of His incarnation, 
Ol His earthly life and loss, 

How for them He greatly suffered, 
How for them He bore the cross. 



" Be thou faithful to the message, 

Shrink not, fear not, though thou he 

Often weary of thy life-work, 

Think wliat Christ hath done for thee. 



" In His strength go forward boldly. 
Bear the banner of the Cross, 

And its victories shall surely 
Compensate thy every loss. 

" And thy soul's most ardent wishes 
Shall be more than satisfied, 

In the hosts who heed thy message 
And accept the Crucified. 

" And when thou thy task hast finished, 
When thy earthly work is o'er. 

Heaven its doors shall open to thee, — 
Thine its joys for evermore ! " 



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THE 1)1 VI NIC MISSION. 

TT THEN on the earth had settled moral nij^ht. 
\ V And darkness reigned where cmicc shone 
Sinai's light ; 
When superstitious rites usurped tlie place 
Where beamed Religion once ^ith holy grace ; 
When Justice, Truth and Mercy far had fled 
From Church and State, and hollow forms instead- 
Tithings of "anise, mint and cummin," made 
For sanctimonious priests a thriving trade. 
Who, Hke our modern priests, gain-seeking men, 
God's holy temple made a robbers' den ; — 
At such a time, long centuries ago, 
From Heaven's high mansions to the earth below 
An angel band, on gladsome errand bound. 
Sped to the plains where, seated on the ground. 
The humble shepherds through the solemn night 
Watched their loved flocks, and gathered pure delight 
And holy wisdom, which each glowing star 
Rained on theiu with its radiance from afar. 
Around the shepherds shone celestial light, 
(Each gem eclipsing in the crown of night,) 



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Making them (juakc with apprehensive dread, 
But momentary, for God's angel said, 
'• Fear not, 1 bring glad tidings unto ail 
" People who dwell on this terrestrial ball." 
Then Heaven's high dome with sounds harmonic- 
rang 
As the angelic host in conceit sang 
" Glory to Ciod ! Good-will and peace on earth ! " 
Most fitting song to usher in the birth 
Of Heaven's divinest Son, whose mission grand 
Eternal Love had from ctciMial planned I 

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Lo ! in a manger where the oxen fed. 
The Son of God made His first lowly bed ; 
He who. on high, with glory erst was crowned, 
No prouder birth-place than a stable found. 
As in oui" time the North-star's steady ray 
Guides weary pilgrims on their toilsome way 
From bondage u^orse than that of Pharaoh's reign, 
So there appeared, among the shining train, 
One flaming star which like a beacon shone. 
And from the East-land led the sages on, 
Who, finding Jesus, worshiped him, and rolled 
Full at His feet their gifts of precious gold. 
And incense-breathing gums, whose odors rare 
Symboled the fragrance of their praise and prayer. 



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When unto manhood had the Christ-child grown. 

SunHke, but spotless. His example shone, 

Teaching the world great truths which hmg had been 

Hid by traditions talse and priestly din. 

He trampled on the viiin and hollow rites 

Practiced by vainer, holUnver hypocrites, 

Who hoped by them to bring the heavens in debt, 

Or blind the omniscient eye of God, while yet 

They daily added to their ill-got store 

By stealing bread from God's afflicted poor. 

And still contrived how they might still steal more ! 

The poor, the blind, the outcast and the slave. 

The victims of the rich, proud Pharisee, 

These were the sharers of His sympathy, 

These were the t)nes He loved to bless and save. 



Oh ! Holy Christ, Thy mission is not done ; 
Still on oppression shines the noon-day sun ; 
Thy children still are trampled in the dust, 
'Neath the remorseless heel of power crushed. 
Dost Thou not hear their grief-extorted cry ? 
Look'st Thou not on them still with pitying eye ? 
Behold, the Oi)pressor waxes yet more bold. 
And grasps them with a tighter, sterner hold. 
While, as of old, the Church and priesthood stand 



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I^ycagued with Thy foes, and claiming Heaven's com 

mand 
I-"or all their deeds oi villainy and crime 
Which stain with human blood the page of time. 

But as unto the least of Thine 'tis done, 
'Neath night's dark cover, or the blazing sun, 
So is it done to Thee, and Thou wilt yet 
Thy majesty and power vindicate! 

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ODE TO DEATH. 

BLESSED Death ! thou op'st the door 
To the Grand Forevermore ! 
Unto thee the task is given 
To unbar the gates of Heaven ! . 
Thou alone dost hold the keys 
Of eternal harmonies I 
Thou the secrets dost rehearse 
Of the wondrous universe! 
Thou art God's interpreter 
Of the mysteries which stir 
To its depths the human soul 
Longing for its final goal ! 
Universal friend thou art, 
Healing every broken heart I 
Ultra AboHtionist, 
Breaking chains as thou dost list I 
Stern emancipator, thou 
Layest petty despots low ; 
Breakest every captive's chain ; 
Soothest every sufferer's pain ; 



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Driest every mourner's tears ; 
Ouellest all our timorous fears; 
Thou shalt fold the human race 
In thy loving, dear embrace. 
Opening to our failing eyes 
Panoramas of the skies. 
Fear shall not our bosoms stir, 
Welcome! God's kind messcnarer ! 




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A PARAPHRASE. 

ONE, dressed in purple and linen, 
Sat at his case, in state ; 
The other, a leprous beggar, 
Lay at the rich man's gate : 
Dainty and rare were the viands 
On which the rich man fed ; 
Happy indeed was the beggar 
To get but a crust of bread ; 
With costly and odorous ointments 
The rich man's house abounds. 
While never a box of cerate 
Has the beggar for his wounds ; 
And the dogs came forth and licked them, 
Richer in sympathy 
Than the i)r()ud and selfish rich man 
Who spurned him heartlessly. 

The rich man died, and was buried 
With gorgeous and solemn show ; 
For a rich man's gold then purchased 
Funereal honors, as now ; 



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lint, reckless of these, he lifted 

I'lom Hell his imploring eyes, 

y\nd beheld the once spurned begg-ar 

Full happy in Paradise, 

While he himself was tormented 

With fiercely exquisite pain. 

Then cried he to Father Abraham, 

But alas ! he cried in vain ; 

For, as he had meted to others. 

It was measured to him attain I 




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TO A YOUNG MOTHER. 



ANOTHER life from Life's Fountain, 
Hath flowed through thy life into being, 
And entered a deathless existence. 
The sun may go down in a darkness 
Which never a dawn-streak shall follow ; 
The stars may stray from their orbits 
And be found not again forever ; 
The earth may, by fires internal, 
Be burned into stark desolation ; 
But thy first-born, little Almeda, 
Will live, and live on, while God lives. 



Here is work for thy heart, and thy brain, and thy 

soul ; 
This innocent, plastic immortal 
Is God's beneficent task to thee, Mother ! 



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In eternity will thy work be examined and tested, 
(iod's workwoman now, thou holdest a high com- 
mission. 
Those little feet shall walk in the paths thou direct- 

est ; 
Those little hands shall wouk good or ill at thy 

option ; 
Those little eyes shall dance to the music of thy 

glances ; 
That little heart shall beat to the measure of thy own 

licart-throbs ; 
That little soul shall expand with divine aspirations 
Or grow loveless and stunted, as thou wiliest. 
Behold then thy task, ()! Mother; wisely survey 

it. 
An angel might covet a woik of such grandeur and 

glorv ; 
Dost thou shrink back appalled and affrighted ? 



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(mkI is not an Egyptian! For every task he 
appointeth, 

He also ordaineth the requisite strength and mate- 
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He knows poor humanity's trials and weakness, 

He well understands its tremulous shrinking- and 

faintness, 
And never His humblest worker had labor allotted, 
Which God was not willing to share with him more 

than half. 



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God waits but thy asking to meet thee. 

Art thou weakness? He is strength overflowing. 

Art thou ignorance? He is wisdom, a fountain 
exhaustless. 

Art thou darkness ? He is light supernal, obscure- 
less. 

Art thou i)overty? He is wealth beyond computa- 
tion. 

And more than this, (), mother, He is love and He 
loves thee. 

His infinite heart yearns over thee and thy task. 

Open wide to Him the doors of thy soul ! 

He will enter and fill it with love, w^hich is God, 

And therefore is all that thou ncedest ! 







INVOCATION. 

LOVE, descend and with celestial fire 
Dissolve my iciness of soul ! Dispel, 
With thy supernal Hght, the clouds whicii hani;- 
Like phantoms terrible above my soul. 
Within its foul and murky blackness earth 
Hath me enshrouded, and no ray divine 
From thy far distant sun peers throui^h the gloom. 
To chase its darkness and its frozen air. 
Let not those horrid monsters twin, Grim Night 
And Dreary Winter, reign in me for aye ! 
Thee I invoke. Spirit of Light divine ! 
Drive out the fell usurpers, and thy throne 
Establish, and o'er all my soul do thou 
Swav thy benignant sccj)tre I 

Reign thou there 
Alone, supreme ! With undivided rule 
Subject all thoughts, affections, sentiments, 
[{motions, aspirations, to thyself I 
( ) ! 1 would be thy child, and like to thee ! 
Would lean on thee as trustingly as sleeps 
Upon its mother's breast th' unconscious babe. 
Vea! in thy being's boundless ocean, I 
Would plunge, and lose myself, and be no more I 



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MUSINGS. 

ON Mother Earth's fond bosom 1 delight to lie, 
And gazing on the blue sky's fathomless depths, 
Lose consciousness of self among the stars. 
Those tireless watchers whom the Infinite Love 
Hath set above our world, while o'er my soul 
Rolls tlie divinest harmony, making me one 
With Nature and with (rod ! 



( )ne hour thus spent 
Is worth whole \c\ns of carthlv joy. 
Wealth, Fame and Power are miserable toys, — 
Yea, tiic whole world "s a bauble, in compare 
With the serene delights of converse with the pure 
^\nd s])iritual powers, w'ho, from supernal heights, 
Disdain not to instruct the seeking soid, 
But li^ladlv lift it to their (iod-lit realm. 



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gUESTIONINGS. 

THKNCE, () my soul I and wherefore, art; thou 
come ? 

Mysterious inmost ! tell me what art thou ? 
Where in the by-f^one a^es was thy home? 
Where shall it he a<^es beyond the Now ? 
Wast livinji; when the .Architect Sublime 
Laid the foundations of the Universe? 
Didst thou behold this planet in its prime? 
Didst hear the Sons of (rod their song-s rehearse, 
With which the boimdless V^ast re-echoed, when 
His mighty voice from chaos sj)oke the earth, 
Appointing it the dwelling-place of men, 
Ere yet to them had oped the wondrous gates of birth? 
And wast th(ju then with God, a part of God, 
A part of that Great, Central, Living Soul 
Whose scjvereign Will s{)read all the heavens abroad. 
Called into being worlds, and guides the whole? 

If thou (as some |)hilosophers woidd say), 
Art thus of Ciod a jxu^t disintegrate, 
Imprisoned for a time in worthless clay. 
But destined still to a deihc state, 
To reabsorption in the Infinite, — 



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Why thus art fcttcrfd in the iniirkv tomb 

Of earth's soul-chin^con, where no certain li^ht 

From Lig-ht's Eternal Source dispels the gloom ? 

Is it for discipline? What need hath God 

To learn, who is lliinselt the I'rinial Fount 

Of Wisdom? To what entl the wearv road 

Of life ttrrestrial, whence so hard to mount 

To heaven's serener clime? Is 't punishment? 

Hath (rod then sinned ? And doth God pimish Crod ? 

If thou canst fathom the Divine intent, 

Soke this dark i)i-ol)lem, and east light aliroad? 




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MY MOTHER'S GRAVE. 

BENEATH this mound her hallowed ashes He ; 
In this dark grave her weary form reposes, 
And all of her which death could cause to die, 
[n its embraces cold this tomb incloses. 

y\l)()vc her tomb I stand and, longing, cry — 
Cry to her as in days of old, still longing 

Amid the silence for some sweet reply 

From her dear voice, while holv mem'ries thronging 

Around my spirit, whisper prophecies 
That I shall not for aye be disappointed ; 

By holy yearnings, longings such as these. 

Shall mv dull cai's and tear-dinnned eyes, anointed, 

Be well ])repared to hear her angel voice, 

To see her robed in beauty like the morning. 

To walk with her the endless range of joys 

W^'hich evei" on the earth-freed soul is dawning. 



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But Oh, my mother ! [ would hear thee now : 

Speak to me now from out the heavens above me ! 

vSpeak as when round me thou thine arms didst throw, 
And thy dear kisses fondly said, " I love thee ! " 

Alas ! thou answerest not I Silence profound 

Engulfs me as I linger at the portal 
Oi this dark, narrow house, wherein lies bound 

In death's cold chains, all that of thee was mortal 

Yet 1 shall meet thee, when no longer this 
Dull earth shall keep my spirit in its prison ; 

Shall know the rapture of thy holy kiss 

In climes to which thy happv soul has risen. 

For thou 'It await me, when its galling chain 

My soul shall break through, and. Time's fetters 
scorning. 

Rise to that land where neither grief nor pain 
Shall cloud the sun of God's eternal Morning ! 



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LIFE'S PILGRIMAGE. 

EARTH hath no true reality ; 
Its brightest gems doth time corrode 
Decay is marked on all we see, 
And Life is but a weary road, 

A sad and weary road to those 
Whose sole resource is outward good ; 
Who never felt the anguished throes 
Of earnest longings after God, 

Nor heard, in answer to their prayer, 
The still small voice of God reply, 
" Look, look within thy soul, for there 
Behold My dwelling-place have I, 

" And I am with thee to uphold. 
To guard thee with a Father's care, 
And lead thee to the chosen fold 
Which for My children I prepare." 



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But they who thus have heard His voice 
Speak peace and cahnness to their souls, 
Knowing that they are His, rejoice, 
Ev'n though affliction's torrent rolls, 

And whelms them 'neath its darksome tide ; 
'Tis but the baptism of His love, 
Through which their spirits, purified. 
Behold His smiling- face above. 



In every drear vicissitude 
They recognize a Father's hand ; 
And direst evils change to good. 
By love paternal wisely planned. 

Should monsters crouch along their way. 
Or shadows from the vale of death 
Cast deep'ning gloom across the day, 
'Tis but to exercise their faith. 



13y faith are shut the monsters' jaws, 
And deepest night doth day become, 
While each succeeding trial draws 
The faithful nearer to their home. 



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Though in Humiliation's vale 

Awhile their souls may mourn and sigh, 

Soon their enra]jtured eyes shall hail, 

From Joy's sure mount, the scenes which he 

liefore thcni stretching bright and fail", 
Brighter than poet's fairest dreams ; 
While heavenly music fills the air. 
And (rod's smile o'er their pathway beams. 

Thus. shall they upw^ard, onward press, 
To Heaven's serene and changeless clime. 
Whose unimaginable bliss 
Shall compensate the woes of Time ! 



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1 WOULD BE FREE. 

I WOULD be free ! 1 will be free ! 
What thou^^h the world lau^^h at me? 
To me ahke are its smiles and its frowns, 
I trample in scorn on its riches ; and crowns 
Are worthless to me as the heads which wear them. 
() ! how can humanity bear them ? 

I would be free I 1 will be free! 

Free, though the world laui^h at me ! 

I smile at its jeers and spurn its control, 

And ne'er to its fetters shall bend my soul ; 

Let those who have need of a master wear them. 

But never can my sj)irit bear them. 

T would be free ! I will be free ! 

And Truth shall my leader be ! 

Yea, whither she leads shall my willing feet 

Joyfully tread in her footprints ; and sweet 

Shall her lessons be to my hungering soul ! 

To my thirsting and hungering soul. 



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I would be free ! I will be free ! 
Though scorching my pathway be ; 
I can cheerfully bear the cross, and dare 
The lot of my chosen leader to share ; 
And tiie cross shall be lighter than air to me. 
For Truth shall my guide and helper be! 
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XERXES. 

HEN the jiroiid monarch, from the hill-top, 



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The plains beneath him covered with his troops, 
And. on the sea be)'ond, his gallant ships, 
His heart swelled big with vanity and pride. 

" I, Xerxes, am, beyond all kings, the Great ! 
The hills I level, and through mountains carve 
A goodly i)athway for my stately fleet. 
And millions come and go at my behest." 

IJut, in the mitlst of this vain-glorious boast. 
One thought huniiliatcd all his pride: 
" Where, in a himdred vears, shall all this pomp, 
These llcets and armies, and their master, be ? 

" Of this proud host not one shall be alive ! " 
And at this thought the monarch bowed his head, 
While from his eyes fell unavailing tears 
That he must meet a greater conqueror! 



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CRY "INFIDEL!" 

F you find a man who docs not receive 

The doctrines you have been taught to believe, 
Spare him not ! Cry " Infidel ! " 
if he worships not at the shrines you raise, 
Joins not in your feasts on your holy days, 

Cry " Infidel ! " 

What though his heart with love overflow 
To the victims of sin and want and woe, 

S])are him not ! Cry " Infidel ! " 
What though, in the long-waged fearful fight, 
He is ever found on the side of Right, 

Cry '< Infidel ! " 

What though in each fellow-man he see 
An image of Him of Calvary, 

Sjxare him not ! Cry " Infidel ! " 
What though he endeavor each soul to win 
l*"rom the fearful j)aths of folly and sin. 

Cry "Infidel!" 



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What right has he to think other than you ? 
To judge for himself what is false or true ? 

Spare him not ! Cry " Infidel ! " 
Wherefore have you been commissioned to preach. 
If any may question the dogmas you teach ? 

Cry ^'Infidel!" 

Make him acknowledge you only are right, 
That you hold the keys of the portals of light ; 
Spare him not ! Cry " Infidel ! " 
Until he consent your fetters to wear, 
And conscience and reason both to forswear, 

Cry - Infidel I " 




37 



A LAND ABOVE US. 

DOST thou ever feel a longing 
For a purer, happier land, 
Where no vexing sorrows thronging 
Round thy pathway ever stand ? 
Dost thou feel a secret yearning 
For a home where all is bright ; 
Where earth's care is never turning 
All thy pleasures into blight ? 

O ! there is a land above us 

Only by immortals trod, 

And those happy beings love us, 

And would lead us unto God. 

We may hear them, if we listen, 

In the silent midnight hours; 

May behold their bright eyes glisten, 

Bending lovingly to ours. 



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And tlu'ir luippy voices, falli!i<^ 
On the si)irit's listcMiinii- v:\\\ 
In celestial (ones are eailiiii; 
1\> tluMi lioU , luip|>> sphere. 
That blight hnul we ina\ inhibit. 
.Mi its happiness ina\ share ; 
l>y onr Sa\ionr's hoiiiulless merit 
VVc may have our porticMi iheie. 

duist w ill iill tin sc-erti Nc^aiiiini^. 
C'hrisl will \ic'hl tlu-e true (lrli«;ht. 
11 thy spiiit. to llini turning-. 
Seek His wisdom and His light. 
When llis love tor ns had brought Him 
To onr world ol sin and pain, 
Never \ainlv mortal songht llim. 
NeviM" asked llis aid in vain. 

Then, with lonlulenee relvinj;" 
On llis ne\ er-changing- love, 
Ltne snprein(.\ di\ ine, nnd\ ini;. 
Seek llis laxor Irom abt)\e. 
Then thv heart shall gain a treasure 
Heaven alone to thee can bring: 
Then thy soul shall know the measure 
Ot tlu" sones the an!:'els sinii" ! 



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i)i-:A'nrs dicath. 

^I^IlOlKill Dcalh now siciii 1 1 iiimi)li:mt , as he 

X waves 

Mis dieadful banner o'er a world of j^raves, 
vXiul feasts, with jj;^h()ulish ^lee, on broken hearts, 
Bleeding and torn by his vindictive darts, 
He shall not always rei^n : of ])owcr shorn, 
The victor's chaplet from his black brow torn. 
Himself shall die : for he whf) wields his power 
Hath not of immortality the dower. 

( ) ! hearth, rejoice ! 
Away with ".^rief and tears; 
Cast off yonr groundless fears; 

Lift up your voice, 
Your Great Deliverer greet! 

The Son oi God shall come, 
Beneath I lis conciuc-ring feet 

Death mpet his doom, 
The Devil be destroyed 
y\nd Hell made void! 

Captivity shall captive be. 

And Heaven and \v.uiU hold jubilee! 



40 



D 



DRIFTING. 

RIFTING on Life's stormy sea. 

Tossed by raging wind and wave, 
Jesus, me from shipwreck save, 
Dearest Lord, my pilot be. 



Thou canst cahn the tumult wild, 
Thou canst bid the raging cease, 
Thou canst speak the word of peace 

Speak it, Lord, and save Thy child. 

Once Thy guidance lost, 1 drift' 
On the rocks of bleak despair; 
Ah ! how many shipwrecked there, 

Nevermore shall hope uplift. 

Jesus! if Thou take the helm, 
Safe to port my bark shall tend : 
Those who trust Thee to the end. 

Tempests never can o'erwhelm ! 



4" 



TO MY ABSENT WIFE 

MY dear, true wife, 
Life of my life, 
And my heart's solace only, 
Thou knowest not 
How drear my lot 
Without thee, and how lonely ! 

Yet well 1 know. 

Come weal or woe, 
Thy heart is mine forever : 

Though far apart 

From me thou art, 
Our true souls nausfht can sever ! 



'te' 



What though the pall 

Of sorrow fall, 
And shroud all things in sadness. 

Love's holy light 

Shall banish night, 
And change the gloom to gladness ! 



42 



Love cannot die I 

Tis Deity ! 
'Tis bliss, pure, bright, supernal 

Though worlds shall fall 

To ruin, — all. 
Yes, all of Love 's eternal I 




43 



ADVENT. 

NO prophet speaks to-day, 
No voice from heaven we hear 
Cheerless we gro])e our way 
Through darkness and in fear. 

Quenched are (jur Altar fires ; 
God hears not Israel's cry ; 
Our Nation's hope expires ; 
In deep despair we lie ! 

But hark I what means that shout 
Which cleaves the midnight sky ? 
What joyous songs ring out 
Their rajjturous melody? 

" Behold ! is born this day 
A Saviour, Christ, the Lord." 
A King shall He bear sway, 
Nations shall hear His word ! 



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" Glory to God on high ! 
On earth to men good will ! " 
God hath heard Israel's cry 
He loves His people still ! 



GOD speed the happy time 

When fear and hate and crime | 

Shall flee away: ( 

When Love, her flag unfurled, } 

Shall o'er a ransomed world 1 

Hold peaceful sway. I 



45 



NATIONAL SONG. 

STARS which our banners light, 
Shine thnnig-h oppression's night, 
VV^arning to tyrants and hope to the slave ; 
Symbol of liberty, 
Fadeless forever be ; 
Happy the land where our bright banners wave I 

Stripes which our flag adorn, 

Like the first rays of morn, 
Darkness dispersing and heralding day : 

Joyful your mission be, 

Truthful your prophec}', 
Happy the land under Liberty's sway ! 

Flag of the truly free, 

Despots before thee flee, 
Victims of tyranny hail thee with pride ; 

Itrablem of liberty 

Thou shalt forever be : 
Happy the land where her children abide ! 



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Joy to the nations all, 

Tyrants before thee fall, 
Land of my love, when thy bright banners wave ; 

Faithful thy children be, 

God still protecting thee, 
Happy the land which His power shall save ! 

Stars which our banners light. 

Shine through oppression's night. 
Terror of tyrants and joy of the slave ! 

Brighter your orbs shall glow, 

Purer your light shall flow ; 
Happy the land wheic our bright banners wave ! 

Lo ! the glad word is spoke I 

Shattered be every yoke, 
Stricken the chains from each down-trodden slave I 

Glory to God on high, 

God who gives Liberty, 
God bless the land where our bright banners wave ! 

Now for a hundred years, 

Through strife and blood and tears. 
Dark though the way has been which we have trod, 

We have emerged from night, 

Clear shines the glorious light ; 
Proudly oiu" banners wave ! Glory to God I 



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REDEEMED ! 

''T'^HE deep suspense is o'er ; 

1 The bloodless battle's past 
Freedom from shore to shore, 
Decreed at last ! 



The People's voice at length 
Echoes the voice of God ; 
Shattered and reft of strength 

The tyrant's rod ! 

Columbia redeemed 

From slavery's bitter sway ; 

The name she once blasphemed, 

Ilcr hope and stay ! 

Purged by baptismal fires, 
A purer life is hers ; 
With holier desires 

Her new heart stirs ! 



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Diviner the career 

Which now before her opes ; 

(rod-chosen |:)ioneer 

Of human hopes ! 

I Icr stars shall henceforth shine 
Beacons of Love and F.iiiht. 
With radiance divine 

Dispellino- nig^ht ! 

Cfod's blessing cxermorc 
Shall keep her true and free, 
rill all the wide world o'er 

Reigns Liberty ! 
November, i86^. 



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GO AFIKAD : 

HARK to what the angels say ! 
Watch and pray 
While you may, 
Wofk ahvay, 
Time is flying fast away ! 

() I my soul, they s])eak to you 

U]) and do, 

Still pursue, 

Put it through : 
Soon shall ])rosper what is true I 

Boldly battle, never fear ! 

Droj) no tear. 

You shall hear 

Words of cheer 
I- rom the ages, far and near. 



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Bidding you still go ahead ! 

By these led, 

Go ahead, 

Though your bed 
Be the ground on which V(Hi tread I 

Error shall not reign for aye I 

It shall die ; 

Wrong shall i]\, 

.\nd for aye 
Trutii sliall reign and ialsehood die! 

Let the " good time " now begin I 

I'ruN it in, 

Work it in. 

Let all sin 
Flee away. Let Right come in I 

List to what the angels say I 

Work and i)ray. 

Watch alwav, 

Work away. 
Soon shall dawn the perfect day ! 



ABRAHAM LINCOLN. 

WKIIIIN 1)1 i;IN(. nil'. I'.VSSACK OK IIIK I'UNKKAI. TROCKSSION IN 
NF.W VOKK, AI'RII. 25Iir, 1865. 

A HI our dead President! 
Bear him to rest, 
I liiH we loved best, 
By God to us lent. 
Heavy the burdens he bore 

Faithfully, cheerfully ! 
Now burdens for him no more I 
Lay him to rest. 

Tenderly, teaifully, 
Him we loved best, 
Evermore blest I 
Nobly his work is done I 
Sudden his .set of sun, 
But his trreat work was done, 
Faithfully done I 

Now he's i^one home; 
Home to abide, 
Home with the glorified I 



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Martyr of Truth and Right, 
Who for thy country died, 
Look from thy glorious height, 
How many million eyes 
Grief doth baptize 
With its sad sacrifice ; 
And while the hot tears fall 
O'er our beloved's pall, 
List to the vows we make 

Over thy bier; 
Hear now the oath we take 
By the Great God above, 
Him whose best name is Love,. 

Name ever dear, 
That thou avenged shalt be. 
Perfectly, speedily ; 
Not by the death of those 
Who were thy deadly foes: 
Not by a bloody tide 
Poured out on every side : 
Powerless this alone, 
Never could this atone 
For the assassin's deed ; 
But the fell crime, whose power 
Nerved, in that fatal hour, 
Murderous heart and hand. 



:)-•) 



Shall be with speed 
Swept from thy native land. 
Milli(ins whom thou didst free, 
(When God, through thy decree. 
Blew his great trump of Liberty,) 

Standing redeemed indeed, 
Shall help rebuild the State 
Firm and regenerate. 

Ne'er to be torn again 
By factions dire ; 

Ne'er to be rent in twain 
By Treason's ire ! 




54 



DEDICATION FOR AN ALBUM. 

FLATTRR^^ fair but false, retire! 
Off, incon-igiblc liar, 
With thy t(in^-ue and pen of fire! 

Here thy words arc needed not : 

Ever sacred be this spot 

Unto Love, — which changes not ; 

Unto Friendship, true and pure, 
Which shall evermore endure. 
As the earth's foundation sure ! 

Unto TRUrii, whose words, though fcAv 
Gently falling as the dew, 
Have a power forever new ! 



55 



WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM. 

DEAR iMi-s. Montross, 
May no troubles e'er cross 
Your journey through Ufe, but may a] 
Your pathway be briglit. 
And your heart ever light. 
With never a shadow at all. 

But if troubles come, 
(As doubtless will some,) 

Meet bravely and conquer theiu all ; 
For life, it is said. 
Is half sun and half shade ; 

Some shadows on every heart fall. 

Though clouds hide the sun, 

They will i]y, one by one, 
And brightly he 'II shine as before ; 

Then in shade or sun 

Journc}- cheerfully on 
To where shadows fall nevermore; 



S6 



W'Ikmo joy, poaco, aiul love 
I lave lorovor fixed their abode ; 

Where all souls at last. 

rhtMf kind diseipline past, 
Shall dwfll in llu" bosom ol CmhI I 




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WRITTEN IN AN ALIUJM. 

HUMAN life is all a mystery,— 
Dark and dreary, wild and sad ; 
Every heart hath the same history, 
Strugg"lin^s 'twixt the g-Dod and had ; 

Right and Wrong forever strivin<^ 
For the mastery of the soul ; 

Upward, d(nvnward, ever driving 
Toward or from the Heavenly goal. 

In this whirl of wild confusion 
Who shall guide the weary soul? 

Who shall heal the heart's contusion, 
And the bruised reed make whole ? 

Christ will guide thee, youthful maiden, 
If thou wilt His guidance seek, 

Lead thee tf> the hap]>y Aiden 

Where no tears shall wet thy cheek ; 



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Where His love shall bless, and ever 

Satisfy thy loni^ini^ soul, 
And a cloud of sadness never 

O'er thy happy being- roll ! 




59 



WRITTEN IN A BRIDE'S ALBUM. 

ON the strQam of wedded life 
Hath your bark begun to glide ; 
Oh ! may no sad breath of strife 
Ever rufifle its smooth tide. 

May your skies be ever bright, 
And your heart forever free 

From the sorrows which can blight 
Hopes that now thrill joyously. 

May each happy, youthful dream 

Yours in full fruition be, 
As you float adown the stream 

To the broad, eternal sea. 



O'er that broad sea may 3()ii find 

Haven of delightful rest, 
Where love still your souls shall bind, 

And you be forever blest ! 



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OF DEATH AND LIFE. 



I KNOW that 1 shall die ; 
But wherefore should I sigh ? 
Did sighincr e'er abate 
Inevitable fate? 

The f^rave is dark and drear; 
[Jut what have I to fear? 
Nor pain nor pleasure 's hid 
Beneath the eoHin's lid. 

My friends will nie forget ; 
But why should I regret ? 
Nor human love nor hate 
1 then reciju-oeate. 

But all is cold and dark ; 
No unextinguished spark 
Of life to me remains, 
Of hopes, or joys, or pains. 



6i 

Vet fear I not the foe; 
But, ready for Death's blow 
Resij^nedly await 
Inexorable fate. 



But Death, the monster cold. 
Shall not forever hold 
My soul in his embrace; 
For death shall end his race. 

Yes, Death destroyed shall be, 
And immortality, 
(God's gracious gift to man,) 
Complete His wondrous plan. 

Then shall Death's victims be 
From his dominion free, 
Reborn as Sons of God, 
With His own life endowed. 

Then shall Love's gentle reign 
Bind, with electric chain, 
Itach human heart to each, 
Far as the race shall reach. 



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And Earth, in harmony 
With all the Heavens, shall be 
Christ's Heritage restored, 
The Kingdom of our Lord ! 




63 



INVITATION TO THE CLERGY 

lO rARTICIPAl K IN 1 , „, INAI.iUR A TION OK TlIK TAVKRN AT PASSAIC 
FALLS, N. J, 

HO ! preachers of His Gospel who 
Salvation came to brin^-, 
Rest from 3-011 r labors for awhile, 
And join our ingathering! 

Ye servants of the Living God ! 
Your fealty cast aside, 
And with us for a single day 
Stand on the Devil's side! 

What boots it that we open wide 
Another door tp woe, 
Through which a still increasing tide 
01 Innnan souls shall flow? 

Hell must be peo])led ; and our plan 

Is (juite the surest one ; 

Our railway 's a descending grade, 

Our cars the swiftest run. 



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Not faster do the waters plunge 
Adown Passaic's steep, 
Not swifter do the Hghtnings fiy 
Athwart the vaulted deep, 

Than our good train, when once she starts. 
With freight of priceless souls, 
Speeds to the pit where, deep and dark, 
Perdition's Ocean rolls. 

Then come^with us and view the train ; 
The depot consecrate ; 
Where God's voice in the cataract speaks. 
Rum's reign inaugurate ! 

Ho ! servants of the Living God ! 
Your fealty cast aside, 
And with us, for a single day, 
Stand on the Devil's side ! 

Note. — In the year 1859 a party leased the " Cottage on the Cliff," 
at the Passaic Falls, Paterson, N. J., proposing to open a first-class 
restaurant and drinking-saloon. In order to give eclat to his v^en- 
ture, he projected a grand civic and military procession in connection 
with the inauguration of his " Hotel," to which he invited the prin- 
cipal citizens and the clergy of Paterson. So cleverly was the affair 
managed, that many were drawn into participation therein, without 
seeing clearly the drift of the thing. The above lines were written to 
show the affair in its true character. 



65 



WARNING. 

SUGGESTKI) liY THK CHRISTIANA ( PA. ) TREASON TRIALS. 

1 TREASON. > yes, make it treason, if ye will; 
Build up your gallows, and your victims bring 
Forth from their gloomy dungeon ; bind their hands 
Tie, with your pious fingers, round their necks, 
The consecrated rope ; touch then the spring 
And let the traitors drop ! there let them hang, 
A solemn sacrifice unto your god ; 
Call in your {)riests. Let Stuart, Dewey, Lord, 
Spencer and Sj)ring, and all their train attend 
To join your holy sacrament, and chant. 
In pleasing concord, praise unto the great 
And most puissant deity whose throne 
Is built on human souls, and laved with seas 
Of human blood. Aye I let their thankful songs 
With Hell's hoarse shouts of diabolic joy 
Ascend in unison,— precious indeed 
To Modern Moloch as the agony 
Of the fond mother when her child is snatched 
From her maternal grasp, to be no more 
Clasped lovingly upon her bosom, or 
The piercing shriek of the poor hunted slave 
Torn piecemeal by his bloodhounds 
6 



66 



But take heed ! 
Know that a day of reckoning is at hand, 
For God is just ! His Justice will not sleep 
Forever ! Even now behold how shakes 
This guilty nation from its centre round 
Unto its broad circumference. In wrong 
Were its foundations laid, and crime inwrought 
Into its structure. It must fall ! The slave 
Shall o'er its ruins make his exodus 
From curs(''d bondage : and as Israel's hosts 
Saw their op})rcssors utterly destroyed, 
( When God had wrought deliverance from their foes,) 
And sang His great salvation, — so the bound 
And stricken millions of our land shall stand 
Freed from their shackles, and the arm of God, 
Made bare in their deliverance, they shall see 
Strike sorely their oppressors. 

Then shall they 
I^xult and sing — " God is our strength and song! 
In glory hath He triumphed o'er our foes, 
And led us forth in mercv and redeemed !" 
1831. 



Note. — In 185 1 several colored men were indicted for treason 
beacuse of their resistance to the Fugitive Slave Law. 



i 



I 



6; 



THE DOOM OF SLAVERY. 

SLAVERY shall not reign for aye, 
Though exalted to the sky ; 
Even now the doom is nigh. 
For a just God reigns on high. 

What though earth and hell oppose? 
Still the stream of Progress flows : 
Ever hath the Truth uprose 
From beneath the feet of foes. 

Brighter, stronger, fairer than 
When the battle first began ; 
Forward, then .'—lead on the van ; 
Onward ! friends of God and man ! 

Shackled millions call on you : 
'* To yourselves and God be true : " 
There 's a vast work yet to do ! 
Forward, brothers, put it through! 



'68 

Not alone be Kansas' plains 
Rescued from the clank of chains ; 
But, wherever Slavery reigns, 
Every spot his foot profanes. 

Let your earnest efforts be 
Freely given to make free-; 
Rest not until Liberty 
Wear the crown of victory. 

Slavery, Union, Compromise, 
(Foulest of all trinities,) 
Throned upon a tower of lies, 
Are the nation's deities. 

Hurl these false Gods from their throne ! 
Snatch from Slavery's brow the crown ! 
Tear the blood-stained Union down ! 
Trample Compromises down ! 

Long humanity hath bled ; 

Justice far away hath fled ; 

Truth seems numbered with the dead ; 

God is silent overhead ! 



6g- 



But, Humanity shall rise! 
Justice (with unbandaged eyes) 
Shall avenge the blood which cries — 
Shall avenge Truth's sacrifice ! 

God shall triumph over Wrong, 
Though intrenched in fortress strong ; 
He shall smite her guilty throng, 
Though his suffering seem long. 

Then, upon the side of Right, 
Let us ever stand and fight, 
Till the blackest hosts of night 
By the Truth are put to flight ; 

Till the morning dawn, whose rays 
Force and Fraud and Fear shall chase, 
And fair Freedom take her place. 
Empress of the Human Race! 



t 
70 ' ' 



A VIRGINIAN'S APPEAL.* 

SHALL Virginia sleep on 
Till her liberties are gone ? 
Shall the plottings of her foes 
Go unchecked beneath her nose ? 
Can she, unresisting, see 
Women teach the A. B. C? 
No ! that mystic trinity 
Is the foe of slavery, 
And those harmless looking letters 
Yet may break our servants' fetters. 
And give Uncle Tom the key 
To his prison-house, that he, 
Taking legs, may run away, 
Guided by the North-star's ray. 



* Suggested by the imprisonment of Mrs. Douglass, in Virginia, 
for the crime (!) of teaching colored children to read. 



71 



This, Virginians, must not be! 

Without " niggers " what are we? 

Hungry, miserable sinners, 

Who would cook our dainty dinners? 

Who would till our farms and fields, 

Gather in what harv-est yields? 

Who would all our work perform 

In the house or on the farm ? 

Who, when money got quite tight, 

Would refill our purses light, 

If we could not "niggers" breed 

For a sale in time of need ? 

Up ! up, to the rescue, then ! 

Act as it becometh men ! 

Let Marm Douglass promptly know 

You '11 not stand the deadly blow 

Which she aims at slavery 

By her mystic A. B. C. 

Let her know you 've jails to let, 

And a cell in one she '11 get 

With her dangerous alphabet ! 

* -X- * * vc- * * 

She 's caged at last ; for six months more 
May wc breathe freelv as we did before. 



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PRAYER OF THE SLAVES. 

OGOD ! look down and see 
Outraged Humanity 
'Neath the Oppressor's rod ! 

Give ear, O God, 
To the despairing cries 

Which ever rise 
From Thy down-trodden sons 

And helpless ones 
Whose hope 's alone in Thee ! 

Oh ! set us free ! 
Thou who proud Pharaoh's hosts 

And scornful boasts 
Didst whelm beneath the wave, 

And Israel save 
From their oppressor's power, 

In darkest hour 
Baring Thy mighty arm 

To shield from harm 
The chosen of Thy heart. 

Take now our part ! 



73 



Let us not always be 

Ground down by tyranny, 
Victims of ijfiant wron<r : 

Thou know'st how long 
Our heavy load we 've borne 

Of grief and scoi^n, 
Our heavy load of shame ; — 

Our very name 
A nation's idle jest, 

While on us rest 
A nation's fraud and force ! 

Without remorse 
They tread us in the dust : 

(3ur hopes are crushed : 
Yet our sad souls to Thee 

Despairingly 
Still turn, for only Thou 

Canst help us now ! 
Let us not seek in vain 

Thy help to gain ! 

Let not Thy righteous ire 

Rain down avenging fire 

Upon each tyrant's head ; 

Though we have bled 

We ask not blood for blood ! 



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Let not a flood 
Destroy as when, of eld, 

Thine eye beheld 
The world's increasing crime. 

Spare for a time ! 
Alas ! their cup is filled. 

Their ruin willed, 
Willed by their own proud hearts ! 

Thy vengeful darts 
Shall fall upon them. They 

Who erst did prey 
Upon us, soon shall feel. 

Yea ! sorely feel 
Thy Chastisement, and we 

Shall yet be free ! 
To Thee the glory be, 

To Thee ! to Thee ! 



i85g. 



75 



IN TYRANNOS. 



^T">Y RANTS ! your doom is nigh : 

X Short is your reign : 
Your bondmen's waihng cry 
To Heaven again 
Hath risen, and the Infinite God 
Whom ye have long denied, 
Whom ye have long defied, 
Prepareth his avenging rod 
Whose chastisements shall fall, 
And spread the hideous pall 
Of desolation o'er your land. 
And when your woe is direst, ye shall see 
Those outraged bondmen, by the Lord set free, 
Erect in majesty of manhood stand ! 



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Though ye have said 

" God is dead," 

Yet shall ye wake in dread 

From your long and guilty dream : 

Though his righteous judgments seem 

Long delayed, 

They are terrible and sure ! 

Though his mercy long endure, 

Be afraid ! 

When his wrath, which seemed to sleep, 

Shall arouse to its deepest deep, 

It shall overwhelmingly sweep 

Your refuge of lies away ; 

And in that day, 

Beneath His rod. 

Your souls shall say 

^'God is God!" 



ni. 



Too late shall ye believe ! 
Too late the truth perceive ! 
Ye have hugged the lie so long, 
(Ye love it still,) 
It hath bound its chain so strong 



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Around your will, 
That ye cannot now turn back ! 
Ye chose Destruction's track 
With open eyes, 
And your vision now is sealed 
Till the judgment be revealed ! 
That shall )^our souls surprise. 
That shall unscale your eyes, 
And in that day 
With new-found sight 
And new-discovered light. 
Your souls shall see 
Desi)airingly, 

And, broken 'neath His rod. 
In anguish say 
" God is God ! " 
September, i860. 




78 



LIBERTY. 

WHAT ! boast of Freedon, while ye bind 
Three millions of our race in chains, 
Whom ye have doomed to every kind 
Of outrage, torture, pains ! 

Prate loud of Liberty ! and steal 
The infant from his cradle-bed ; 

And o'er him let the iron heel 
Of foul Oppression tread ! 

Boast of your Liberty ! then tear 
The baby from its mother's breast ! 

Heed not her cries, or tears, or praver— 
Stripes may put them to rest ! 

Praise God for Freedom ! and consign 
The maiden pure to Lust's embrace ! 

Body and soul is she not thine — 
Bought in the market-place ? 



79 



Bless God you 're free ! then sunder all 
Affection's dearest, holiest ties ! 

What right hav'e slaves to feel at all ? 
What claim to sympathies ? 

Have ye not heard God's priest declare 
That they are slaves by Heaven's decree? 

That he has doomed them all to wear 
The badge of slavery ? 

Who then shall dare resist the Lord, 
Or fight against His holy will ? 

Do not th' expounders of His word 
Say, slaves shall be slaves still ? 

Hold, hypocrites ! these priestly lies 
Shall be no refuge in that day 

When your huge tower of blasphemies 
Shall crumble all away 

Before the },>ower of Truth, which God 

Shall yet make Sovereign of the world. 
Scattering its healing life abroad. 
While Wrong 's to ruin hurl'd. 
July 4, 1853. 



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WKIITEN jri.Y 4, 1855. 



WAKE not again the cannon's thundrous voice, 
Nor to the breeze throw out the stars and 
stripes ; 
'Tis not the time to revel and rejoice 
Beneath the shadow of our nation's types — 
Types of her ancient glory, present shame. 
The stars have faded of her old renown, 
For Liberty is but an em})ty name, 
While Slavery wields the scejjtre, wears the crown. 

Wiiy should we to the lie, persistent, cling. 
And falsely boast our freedom on this day ? 
What though we are not governed by a kmg ? 
A sterner tyrant o'er our land holds sway. 
And tramples on the dearest rights of man ; — 
Transforms God's image into merchandise ; 
Places free speech beneath his impious ban, 
And all our God-given liberties denies. 



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Each foot of land within our wide domain 
He claims as hunting-ground, whereon to chase 
The hero-fugitive who breaks his chain, 
And earns his freedom by advent'rous race. 
On onr limbs, too, the shackles he would bind ; 
Pluck out our hearts, or change them into stone ; 
Crush all our sympathies for human kind. 
And bid us God and manhood to disow^n. 

Give but a crust of bread to one of these 
God's weary wanderers in search of rest, 
I'oint out to him the North-star as he flees, 

Or make him but an hour your welcome guest; 

And on your head the Robber Despot lays 
With violence his unrelenting hand. 
And with imprisonment and fine repays 
Simple obedience to God's clear command. 

IVc arc not free f In every Southern State 
Speech and the Press are fettered ;— and for him 
Who dares speak out, the martyr-fires await, 
( )r hangman's rope from tallest pine-tree's limb. 
II e arc not free ! One man in every seven. 
Throughout our false Re])ublic, groans beneath 
The vilest despotism under heaven, 
Which leaves no hope of freedom but in death. 
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Nearly four millions in our land in chains ! 
One-half our country slave-land ! and the whole 
Man-hunting ground ! And Kansas' virgin plains, 
(Once pledged to Freedom,) under the control 
Of the Slave Power ! vSay, Boaster, are we free ? 
See if the huge lie blister not your lips: 
IV/icre Slavery reigns, there Freedom eannot be ! 
Light vanishes beneath the sun's eclipse. 




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JULY 4TH, 1857. 

HURRAH for the fourth of July ! 
Throw out your flag to the breeze ! 
Let your wild shouts ascend the sky, 
And be merry and gay as you please. 

But sad is the day to me, 

For sad are the thoughts it wakes 
Of the millions in slavery, 

Of whose woes my soul partakes. 

Every cut of the lash 1 feel ! 

Their fetters m}^ own limbs bear. 
And their deeper griefs which words but conceal 

My spirit doth with them share ! 

I feel as the slave-mother, when 

Her babe from her bosom is torn 
By demons incarnate in men 

Who God and liunianity scorn. 



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I feel as the loving wife feels 

When her husband is snatched away ; 
As the fugitive, when at his heels 

He hears the fierce bloodhound's bay ; 

And I scorn your hollow pageantry, 
And your false and mocking show 

Got up in the name of Liberty, 
Who was murdered long ago ! 




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"OLD JOHN BROWN." 

^' OWING up the traitor!" Let him die! 

v.y Truth, honor and sincerity 
Are treason to Virginia's laws, 
Are fatal to Virginia's cause, 
And he who doth true courage show 
Strikes an unpardonable blow. 

" Swing up the traitor ! " for the deed 's 

Demanded by Virginia's needs, 

And all her broad dominion lies 

In deepest peril, till he dies ! 

The truest man ye ever saw 

Hang by Virginia's glorious law ! 

" Swing up the traitor ! " Who shall dare 

Henceforth to taint Virginia's air 

With freedom's word or honor's breath ? 

Behold for such a traitor's death. 

As symbol of her sovereignty 

Virginia hoists the gallows-tree. 



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" Swing up the traitor ! " Thoui^h he be 

Captive, yet Conqueror is he! 

The blow he struck destroyed your power. 

And prophesied the coming hour 

When Heaven's avenging wrath shall fall, 

And wrap your land in ruin's pall. 

That prophecy ye heard aright ! 
Your lips with terror pale to white, 
For every north wind's breath ye feel 
Now seems your certain doom to seal, 
And every midnight sound ye hear 
Palsies your coward souls with fear ! 

Oh ! Glorious " Traitor ! " out to thee 
Gushes my full heart's sympathy ! 
Heroic Martyr, from thy tomb 
Shall speak the awful voice of doom. 
And ages hence thy name shall be 
The hallowed watchword of the Free. 

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A BATTLE-CRY. 

SONS of Freedom, rise once more 
'Gainst a foe upon our shore, 
Deadlier than all foes of yore ; 
Down with Slavery ! 

Slavery's hounds are on your track, 
Hungry, fierce, and vengeful pack ; 
Send them howling, hellward back. 
Down with Slavery! 

See your sons by Slavery slain, 
Shed their blood like summer rain : 
Shall their blood be shed in vain ? 
Down with Slavery ! 

God directing every blow. 
Strike with all the strength ye know 
Lay the bloody Moloch low ; 
Down with vSlaverv ! 



When war's awful thunder rolls, 
And the heavens are flaming scrolls, 
'Tis no time for coward souls ; 
Down with Slavery ! 

Let no fear your faces blanch, 
But, like Alpine avalanche, 
Overwhelming root and branch, 
Down with Slavery ! 

Until Slavery vanquished be, 
Peace our land can never see, 
Nor can we ourselves be free ; 
Down with Slavery ! 

Till it pierce the very sky. 
Reaching to God's throne on high. 
Let us shout our Battle-cry : 
Down with Slavery ! 
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WAITING FOR DAY. 

LOOKED from the mountain height, and saw 
Rapine assume the robes of law ! 

Justice I saw driven out apace, 

While Robbery climbed to the highest place. 

Humanity, trampled down in the street, 
Lay bleeding beneath unholy feet. 

And rulers, and priests, and people, all 
Quickly responded to Rapine's call, 

And shouted aloud, " Henceforth art thou 
The only God to whom we will bow." 

A chosen few there were, indeed, 

Who would not swear to the robber-creed ; 

But disturbed the nation's wicked rest. 
Pleading the cause of the poor oppressed ; 



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And they were hissed, and hooted, and curst. 
As though of all men they were the worst. 

But they still kept faith in God, and some 
Attested that faith by martyrdom. 

Fair Freedom, wounded, hid away, 
And dared not walk in the light of day ; 

But Rapine, bolder and bolder grown. 
Swore that the nation was all his own : 

And over it now his black flag waves, 

A nation once free, — now a nation of slaves ! 

Its sun has set, and a starless night 
Drops, like a curtain, before my sight ! 



1 look again from the mountain height, 
To catch the first gleam of morning light. 

I hear the first shot of a distant gun, 
Which speaks of a battle just begun — 



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The hurried tramp of armed hosts I hear, 
Whose martial tread shakes a hemisphere. 

By the cannon's fitful glare, I behold 
Two banners over the field unrolled ; 

On one shine the stars with waning light ; 
The other is black as Slavery's night ; 

Two hostile armies, in battle array, 
Each eager to enter the terrible fray ; 

But no sure gleam of coming morn 

Through the gloom of this rayless night is borne. 

Yet I know that a brighter day shall rise 
To cheer our hearts, and gladden our eyes. 

Justice and Law shall resume their sway, 
While Rapine and Robbery slink away. 

Humanity, lifted up from the dust, 

No more by violence shall be crushed — 

For Christ our Lord shall come and reign — ' 
His glance shall shatter each })oor slave's chain ; 



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And whatever shall dare obstruct his path 
Shall be swept away by Jehovah's wrath. 

And that day, by prophets long foretold, 
Shall its brightest glories all unfold ! 

For its speedy coming let us pray : " 
Oh ! hasten, dear Lord, the perfect day ! 
March, 1862. 




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VICTORY. 

THOUGH " John Brown's body lies a-moulder- 
ing in the grave," 
His noble soul looks down on the land he died to 

save, 
And he hears the tramp of armies and the battle's 

dreadful roar. 
And he sees our heroes falling and our fields drenched 

with their gore : 
But as each of Freedom's martyrs from the red field 

takes his flight 
On spirit-wings to Heaven, to receive a crown of 

light, 
He is welcomed on the threshold by that old heroic 

soul 
Whose self-denying valor placed him first upon the 

roll: 
And they know they are victorious, for they hear 

their Lord's decree, 
" Not vainly are their lives poured out who die for 

Man and Me." 



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IN MEMORIAM. 

ABBIE HUTCHINSON, OF TRENTON, N. J. DIED AUGUST, 1854. 

WERE death a never-ending- sleep, 
And the dark grave life's final goal, 
Well might we o'er her ashes weep, 
And let our tears unceasing roll. 

But, springing from its senseless clay, 
The deathless spirit wings its flight, 

Its happy flight, to cloudless day. 

Which never shall give place to night. 

Sorrow and sickness nevermore 

Shall come to her, or cast their gloom 

Around her, on that peaceful shore. 

Which she has passed to through the tomb. 

She wiped the tears from others' eyes. 
No tear her eye shall dim again ; 

She strove to still the mourner's sighs. 

No more her breast shall heave with pain. 



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She lived for others : not in vain ; 

In many hearts are treasured up, 
(More precious than the garnered grain,) 

Her works of love, her words of hope. 

Now, in the regions of the blest, 
She reaps the harvest she has sown, 

That true and everlasting rest 

Which God ordaineth for His own. 

Yet sometimes, from those regions fair. 
Her pure soul visits us again, 

And strives to help us calmly bear 
Our loss, which is her glorious gain. 

We may not see her, yet we feel 
The hallowed influence she imparts, 

Like balm our stricken souls to heal, 
Like oil upon our wounded hearts. 

Yet we shall see her. We shall meet 
Where partings nevermore can come : 

There shall we hold communion sweet, 
In our Dear Father's Happy Home ! 



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IN MEMORIAM.^- 

SOLDIER of Christ, no more ! 
Victor — thy warfare 's done. 
For thee the battle's roar 

Is hushed. Thy crown is won ! 

Oh ! not for thee our tears ! 

Happy in fadeless light, 
Beyond the reach of fears. 

Thy faith is changed to sight. 

Thine eyes with rapture see 
Thy dear Lord face to face, 

Whose life of Love in thee 
His own eye loved to trace ! 



* Rkv. Francis E. Butler, Chaplain of the Twenty-fifth New 
Jersey Regiment, was fatally wounded at the siege of Suffolk, Va., 
on Sunday, May 2, 1863, and died the following day. " None knew 
hiin but to love him." 



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Kind helper of God's poor I 
Friend of the friendless one I 

Thy memory shall endure 
While suns their courses run 

And brig-ht thy crown shall be 
With living jewels set ! 

Souls won to Chi-ist by thee 
Adorn thy coronet ! 

And yet our tears will flow, 
As we our loss recall : 

How can we let thee go, 
Brother and friend of all ? 




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CONSOLATORY. 

AIlDKESSr.I) TO AliKAIIAM M. AM) GERTRUDE N. HUTCHINSON. 

A CIRCLE of happy angels 
In the beauteous Spirit-Land, 
Have chosen 3'our little darling 
As a member of their band ; 

And have led him into regions 

Bright with perpetual day, 
Where his soul shall grow in wisdom 
. And the Father's love alway. 

Though 3'our eyes no more behold him. 
Though his voice no more you hear, 

Though your fond arms shall enfold him 
Nevermore in this dark sphere ; 

Vet yield not your souls to anguish, 
But look, with the eye of faith, 

To brighter spheres of the spirits 

Who have met and conquered Death ! 



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And there shall you see Charles Albert, 
O'er-roamino- the fields of lip-ht 

With his new-found friends, the angels. 
Who shall teach him with delight. 

His spirit shall sometimes visit 
Your souls with message (jf cheer, 

And, with unseen hands, endeavor 
To wij)e from your eyes the tear. 

Not lost ! he 's but gone before you. 

And his loving spirit waits 
To welcome you to the Mansions 

Which stand past the Pearly Gates. 




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SHIPS AT SEA. 

ALL of us have our ships at sea ; 
Will they ever reach port, I wonder 
A few may sail in merrily, 

But most will the wild waves sunder. 

And some which do reach port, 1 guess, 
Will discharge only damaged cargoes ; 

r3etter had they been kept by stress 
Of weather, or Fate's embargoes. 

Trust not thy treasures on the sea, 
Nor idly expect joy to-morrow ; 

Take what to-day doth offer thee. 
Nor pleasure nor trouble borrow. 



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PRAYER FOR A TEMPERANCE MEETING. 



^T^HOU hast taught us. Lord, that where 



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Two or three are met for prayer, 
Thou wilt certainly be there! 

As we meet, O Lord, to-night, 
Asking Thee for higher light. 
Guide our hearts and words aright! 

Let us know that Thou art here ! 
Let us feel Thy presence near ; 
Let us hear Thy voice of cheer ! 

In the warfare we would wage 
'Gainst the grim vice of our age. 
May we earnestly engage 

With a consecration new, 
With a purpose firm and true. 
With the will to dare and do ! 



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Give us strength to battle wrong, 
Through the conflict stern and long, 
Though the enemy seem strong. 



Stronger Thou than all the foes 
Who Thy righteous cause oppose, 
Though united fall their blows ! 

Though the righteous seem to fail. 
Like spring-blossoms by the hail, 
Scattered on each passing gale ; 

Thou hast still a chosen few 
Who unto Thy cause are true, 
Who Thy steps would fain pursue ! 

Oh ! increase their numbers, Lord ; 

Let them, resting on Thy word, 

Draw once more Truth's mighty sword, 

And with Thee for Captain, fight 
Till Intemperance take his flight 
To his native realms of night ! 



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"GOD SHALL BE ALL IN ALL." 

DO they not ^^reatly err, who hold 
That He who made the human sovd 
Will not its destinies control 
For final good, but, wrathful, fold 
It in the shrouds of hopeless woe, 

Of deathless gloom, of quenchless fire. 
The creatures of His vengeful ire, 
Whence it can never ransom know? 

The Lord is Love ! and though His rod 
Fall on us with chastising care, 
E'en while its bitter pangs we bear, 

We know and feel 't is for our good 

He sends His chast'nings ; that His love 
Corrects us when we go astray, 
And points us to the better way. 

The path to happy realms above. 

St) in the world to come. His love 

Shall freely unto all abound ; 

E'en prisoners in the depths profound 
Shall see His kind face beam above 



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Their drear abode^ and hear His voice, 
Unheeded once, in mercy call 
" Turn ye to Me and live ! " — and all 

Shall hear the summons and rejoice. 






Lost men, repentant, shall return ! 

Believing, loving, purified : \ 

Death shall be conquered in his pride, ' 

And Hell's fierce fires shall cease to burn. ' 

Then shall our God be all in all ! 

His love bear universal sway. 

His love preserve all souls for aye. 

Nor shall the weakest fear a fall ! 'i 

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HYMN. . 

TESUS, give me of Thy spirit, 
I Make me meek and mild like Thee ; 
Let me all Thy grace inherit, 
All Thy love and ])iirity ! 

I would be Thy imitator ; 

I would choose Thee for my guide, 
Oh I Thou loving Mediator 

Who for my salvation died. 

Pity, Christ, and help my weakness ; 

Somewhat of Thy strength impart ; 
Blest Physician, cure my sickness; 

Heal my sin-diseased heart. 

Give me strength with wrong to battle, 

Help me error to oppose, 
Though around me thimders rattle, 

Thunders from Thy warring foes. 



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In the conflict let me never 

Shrink with doubt, or fear, or dread. 
Knowing that the truth forever 

Is by Thee to triumph led ! 

Confident on Thee relying, 

I would Thy disciple be. 
With a firm faith and undying, 

Ever own Thy mastery ; 

Follow in Thy footstejis ever 
Whether cross or crown I win, 

And with hearty, true endeavor. 
Strive to vanquish all my sin. 

Help me, Jesus, and Thy spirit 
Give me, — make me like to Thee ; 

Let me all Thy grace inherit. 
Love and strength and purity. 



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MORNING HYMN. 

OUR Father ! when we wake and see 
The glories of the morn arise, 
And midnight shadows swiftly flee 
Before the day-king's opening eyes. 

To Thee our grateful hearts we raise ; 

To Thee our praise and prayer ascend ; 
Accept, O Lord ! our simple lays, 

Thine ear unto our lispings bend. 

We bless Thee, for Thy loving care 

Which slumbers never, day nor night ;— 

That we. Thy children, ever are 
Beneath Thine all-protecting sight. 

Be with us through the new-born day ; 

Help us all duties to fulfill. 
Nor let our thoughts or wishes stray 

From full obedience to Th}- will. 



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Shouldst Thou paternal chastenings send, 
Help us to bear and kiss the rod ;— 

Help us our wills to Thine to bend, 
And daily love Thee more, O God ! 

Let us each da}- grow more like Thee ; 

More of Thy loving spirit give ; 
More of Thy truth and purity, 

That in Thee wholly we may live. 

And when our days on earth are o'er 
When all our work below is done, 

() bid us welcome to the shore 

Of peace and light beyond the sun. 




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HYMN. 

BLESSED Jesus, who for mc 
Gave Thy life a ransom free, 
Wash me in the precious flood 
Of Thy dear redeeming blood : 
Let me give myself to Thee, 
Who didst give Thyself for me ; 
Be Thou evermore my guide ; 
Keep me ever b}- Thy side : 
Let me never, never stray 
From Thee, Only Living Way! 

Let my hungry soul be fed 
On Thee, Lord, of Life the Bread ! 
Let me quench my thirst in Thee, 
Love's Immeasurable Sea ! 
Let Thy love so constant shine 
In this heart and soul of mine, 
That, completely lost in Thee, 
As a raindrop in the sea, 
I may feel and act and will. 
Just as Thou my being till ! 



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No more, then, shall unbelief 
Fill me with intensest grief ; 
No more, then, shall Satan's power 
O'er my soul in darkness lower ; 
But all earthly hope and fame 
I '11 surrender for Thy name. 
Count all earthly good as dross, 
Glory only in Thy Cross ; 
And my greatest joy shall be 
Jesus died and lives for me ! 




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"GOD IS LOVE." 

ONE thought, all other thoughts above, 
Shall guide me wheresoe'er I rove, 
Shall all my soul's devotion move, 
The blessed thought that " God is Love ! " 

Where'er my wandering footsteps stray, 
Or in the broad or narrow way, 
Whether at rest or roving still, 
This blessed thought my soul shall fill. 

I could not, if I would, remove 
Myself beyond His precious love; 
In highest heaven or deepest hell. 
That love shall guard, and save, as well. 

Ere, from the realms of nothing, 1 

Awoke to live, awoke to die, — 

His love my destiny decreed, 

And st()oped to reach my greatest need. 



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Dear Saviour, blood-stained Calvary 
Reveals Thy deathless love for me ! 
No longer shall my spirit rove, 
Since this I know, that " God is Love." 



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INSCRIPTION ON A CHILD'S TOMBSTONE. 

BEAUTEOUS and fair, our little child 
To us a while was given : 
The angels looked upon him, smiled, 
And led him home to Heaven. 



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1 WILL TRUST THE CRUCIFIED. 



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HOUGH the world my choice deride, 

I will trust the Crucified 
Who for my redemption died. 
1 will trust the Crucified. 

Oh ! my soul, how great thy loss 
But for His redeeming Cross ! 
All thy treasures count but dross, 
All but His redeeming Cross. 

1 will trust Thy Love divine, 
Which has made me ever Thine, 
Which has made Thee ever mine ! 
1 M'ill trust Thy Love divine. 

Let Thy Love still hold me fast, 
And when earth for me is past, 
When I reach my home at last. 
Still Thy Love shall hold me fast. 



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All my joy and all my pride 
Centre in the Crucified ! 
And whatever me betide, 
I will trust the Crucified ! 




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HYMN. 

IF Thou, dear Lord, art mine, 
If I indeed am Thine, 
Send down Thy holy hght 
And banish all my night. 

My constant, welcome guest, 
Abide within my breast ; 
Cast all its evil out, 
Put all Thy foes to rout. 

Let me henceforward be 
Happy alone in Thee ; 
So shall m}^ freed soul feel 
For Thee a quenchless zeal ; 

So shall my will e'er be 

In perfect harmony 

With all that Thou dost send, 

My Saviour and my Friend. 



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In sickness or in health. 
In poverty or wealth, 
I yield my willing soul 
To Thy supreme control. 

With me it shall be well, 
In earth, or Heaven, or hell, 
Since, Jesus, Thou art mine, 
Saviour and Friend Divine. 




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OFT AS I HEAR THE STORY. 

OFT as I hear the story 
Of Jesus and his love, 
It fills my soul with glory 

Akin to that above, 
It thrills my heart with gladness 

It else could never know ; 
No room for gloom or sadness 
Since Jesus loved me so. 

Yes ! I believe the stor}^ 

Of Jesus and his love ; 
It fills the earth with glory 

From God's own throne above : 
Love's banner waving o'er us, 

Let us exult and sing, 
And with our happy chorus 

Make the glad welkin ring. 



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! I will sing the story 
Of Jesus and his love ; 

The never-failing story 
Of God's redeeming love ; 

That love my heart subduing, 
Shall keep me near to Thee 

Thy footsteps still pursuing, 
Till I Thy glory see. 

And when I see Thy glory, 
With Thy redeemed above, 

1 still will sing the story 

Of Jesus and his love ; 
For ev'n in realms of glory, 

My highest joy shall be, 
That I have learned the story 

That Jesus died for me ! 



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NEW YEAR'S MUSINGS. 

EICtHTEEN hundred and eighty-two, 
Pass along ; we have done with you. 
Your record is sealed and laid away, 
Not to be opened till Judgment-day. 

Eighteen l\undrcd and eighty-three, 

Tell us what shall thy outcome be ? 

Whom of our friends shalt thou lay away 

Beneath the cold and unpitying clay? 

Shall we, at thy close, be living here. 

Or shall we have joined, in a. happier sphere, 

Our friends who have left us and gone before. 

And whose feet now tread on the '' shining shore " ? 

Shall our hopes, which now are budding and warm, 

Bloom into fruitage or yield to the storm ? 

Shall our souls grow brighter, and fairer and truer ? 

Shall Happiness yield to us when we would woo her? 

Shall Health on our cheeks grow her prettiest roses? 

Shall Sorrow befall us before thy reign closes? 



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Thou makest no answer, nor liftest thy curtain 

Which hides from our vision the doubtful and certain. 

But one thing we know, and it 's surel}^ enough ; 

Whether thou deal with us gently or rough, 

Our Father our destinies holds in His hand, 

And thou canst do nothing His love hath not planned ! 

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